Of course, Solam had no time to care about any of that right now. Dios was what mattered! If Trism found out his little brother had nearly been stabbed to death, wouldn't he go insane?!
Dios's injury was critical. His kidney had been completely mangled!
Solam ignored the sharp-eared elves' squawking and took out a Cure Serious Wounds scroll from the Spider Armor.
After the divine light faded, Dios's injuries had healed. However, he had lost too much blood, and a faint, barely noticeable pallor still lingered on his dark face.
"Master... I didn't cause any trouble..."
Once his injuries had healed, Dios's strength returned as well. Seeing Solam standing before him with a grim expression, Dios's first thought was that he had caused Solam trouble. Normally, Dios called Solam Boss like Trism and the others did. Only when he was emotional would he call him Master. He had always remembered Solam's kindness and was willing to be Solam's slave. Having grown up in Drow society, Dios was not particularly resistant to becoming a slave. Besides, Solam had indeed treated the brothers well.
Solam truly could not bring himself to get angry when he saw Dios like this. Dios looked big and burly, but his personality was honestly a little too honest. Yet it was precisely because of that nature that, among all his followers, Solam liked Dios the most. Even Trism, who was often inseparable from Solam, could not compare.
"I know, I know. Just wait. Your master will get revenge for you!" With that, Solam turned and asked Mevren, "What happened?"
When he saw Mevren covered in wounds, Solam hurriedly cast a divine spell on him as well.
The moment his injuries were healed, Mevren immediately said indignantly, "We don't know either! We were planning to go out